Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Almost Curtains: Young Tragedienne Trapped in Well


Hearing the frantic goatherd’s cry and before 
We ran to help him raise her and she gamboled off 
To dry in idyllic sun-drenched meadow, I tell you 
Down there she’d been a drowning panicky 
Blatting bobbing waterlogged pandemonium, 
Dog-paddling round stony ring of death accompanied 
By wide-eyed chorus of cacophonous frogs stoically croaking. 

7 comments:

  1. can see this in my Mind's Eye
    even now and from this great
    distance hear sheep's bells

    a camera would have been nice
    to have had on that particular
    walk on the rocky-hill trail back
    from Pefcos... and the smell of

    sheep dung ? thanks... as
    what a poem provokes in reader's
    memory & those fleeting images

    are a solid plinth for a poem or a
    painting/drawing to l e a p
    out from:
    no bout a doubt it !

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  3. I can hear the drum, the cymbals and the Pan pipe running through this one. Sweet!

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  4. I love that chorus of stoic frogs. I'd like my own troupe to accompany the moments of serious panic.

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  5. No pun intended and in all seriousness, we could baptize the troupe and call it "Panic Attack"!

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  6. The way those wide-eyed frogs introduce an element of philosophical resignation (it seems they can't help their seeming stoic disposition, any more than they can help seeming wide-eyed, that's how they're made -- but still), just at the last minute, saves the day.

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  7. Aha, a deus ex machina! I'm sure Euripides would have approved but as he was one of Aristophanes' favorite foils--exasperating, to say the least, especially when they carry on like this.

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